Read: uber fucking shitful.
My shoulders were situated somewhere just above my ears.
Read: I was uber fucking uptight.
B got home from work. I threw the kids at him and retreated downstairs to put a load of washing on (me time!).
I was sorting clothes and trying my best to breathe, to ease those shoulders down a notch or two, to soften the tension that knotted my every fibre.
But it wasn't working. Laundry as stress-buster? No.
Before I knew what I was doing, I was hitching up my dress into my knickers and heading into the back yard where I clambered onto the trampoline.
I started to bounce. The tension and release of each bounce drove me higher and higher into the air. I threw my hands up over my head, reaching for the blue above as I coiled and sprang, coiled and sprang.
Still, I felt a tension inside of me. My throat was itching with it. I sucked a breath into my lungs and as the next bounce propelled me into the air, I exhaled with a quiet, Ahhhh.
It felt good so I did it again, louder this time. Ahhhhh!
And then again, this time the pitch rose into Wooooooooo! which then gave way to an elated almost screaming Wooooooooooohoooooooooooooo!
I bounced and screamed and the tension just melted from my body.
Above, I heard the balcony door open and holding baby Zee in his arms, B looked down at me with quizzically.
His only word, "Awesome."
I fucking love that guy.